A very good frined of mine for many of my school years, Zach, passed away in a car accident just a few months after I left my hometown.
I never got to say Goodbye.
I have since seen him in three separate dreams.
The first being one of the most profoundly clarifying experiences of my entire life, dream or no…
A few strange things and significant characters appeared earlier on in this dream, and are documented, but this is the important part…
I was in a McDonalds, behind the counter talking with someone from another job I used to have. And no I never worked at McDonalds.
But…
Before I could even notice him walking up, Zach walked parallel to us on the other side of those McDonald’s hamburger shoots. I paused and was taken aback. I bit my check and felt nothing. It was now I realized it was a dream, but I cared not. I ran around the grills and burger shoots to him.
Zach was now lying on and imaginary cart of some sort. I picked him up and we smiled. He kissed my cheek, right on the outside of where I bit it, and I felt a grand cold peck. It was icy, and peaceful. He then kissed my forehead and I endured the same positive result, a certain warmth through his chilled lips, a peacefulness unbeknownced prior.
Like a film a song played during this climax as I held his body in my arms and fell to my knees. As if I were offering him to the Heavens. There were many lyrics in the song playing, which was familiar while still completely alien and new, but the only words I can recall were the very last as I held his burly body in my arms, tears running down my face, my eyes closing as we both heard the singer say, “I’ll see you in an hour, when it all will be coming down.”
With that miraculous moment I awoke, still crying.
Scared out of my mind for the next hour thinking I was going to die or my apartment complex was going to collapse.
Everything tunred out fine, obviously.
The second time was more melloncollie.
I was sitting in an old schoolyard and I saw him pass in a long line of others.
I stood up and asked immediately, with excitement, “Zach! Are you in Heaven?!”
He merely placed him arm on my shoulder, and with a melloncollie smile, shook his head No.
I saw him only once more in a dream, after these two I was almost trying ot summon him, and he was almost mad the third time, as if I were wasting his time. I understood and appologized silently. I have yet to see him again, though I would like to.
I’d like to meet all kinds of people, alive and dead, old friends or make new.
Psycologically you could diminish all this to a longing to say Goodbye to him and an emptiness of missing him being alive.
But that first dream was too important, too unique, too profound, too real.
That dream happened. No on can convince me otherwise.
It was too beautiful.
Thanks for listening.
“I’ll see you in an hour, when it will all be coming down.”